hate to sound like a pussy

but fletcher, i miss you more than i've ever missed anyone. whatevs. no bigs.

someone...

find me this hat.

Never now.

Andrew's ear.

My ear.

Whiskey.

Neighbor

Through one window
and one flight of stairs
she sounds like
one of those
delicate
beautiful
broken
free
tough
singer-songwriter girls.
All I had to do
was sit on my porch
below her
to find out.
She's into making herself
pass out when she smokes meth.

this bus runs on bong kong

anytime from a while ago until ten minutes ago...

mellow

from the cup #1

Only an ass
could be
supported by
this comfy
of a pillow.